Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

Oak Creek felt unfamiliar, like a town I was only visiting.

I walked through the back door of the bakery at two in the afternoon, the sweet smell of baking vanilla sponge wrapping around me like a blanket that no longer kept me warm.

Beatrice was standing at the stainless-steel prep table, carefully placing paper liners into a muffin tin. She looked continue reading …